Another Anger
When did your mouth harbor a tempest
How did it grow, what sparks of thought
traveled the length of your tongue
to unleash a torrent
You screamed that I deserved it
You screamed that your anger is sadness
You slammed a door
Oh, you complicated girl
You turn to leave, feet commanding
earthquakes,
hands summoning another slammed door.
Still. Your fury flies your hair as you turn
It catches the light in the hall
and for a moment all I see is gold.
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